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... the weight of her forgotten past. Her chest felt as though it was being ripped apart, and her heart thudded painfully against her ribcage. She couldn’t believe it—she had forgotten her mother’s face. How could she, of all people, have lost the memory of something so fundamental, so deeply tied to her identity?
The woman, the one who looked like her but wasn’t, stood there holding the younger Esme. That memory, so vivid and so warm, stung her now. It was a bittersweet ache, a longing she ...
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